[ the house of adonis ] RP Thread

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    Hey guys, sorry to invade here but can we stop talking on the RP thread...? I dunno I can't control if you do or not 'cause I'm not a mod or owner, but it would be nice if you listened to me //

    OOC: Well now that's over, it sucks for reamy to leave. I've been trying to slow down on posts for everyone so they could get ahead, and then all this happened and I feel as if everyone's muse either has depleted or been completely and utterly destroyed. But, perhaps we could try and fix that? (Also yes, chat thread probably would be the best place and such. And what Castie means sabrina is that life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, and while ones experiences may affect that, 90% of the time you're likely going to have some rough parts in your life. Usually it happens for people once they hit puberty, like Castie said, because all that hormone rush and dramatic youthful teens being twerps and starting stuff. Point is, LIFE SUCKS A TON SOMETIMES!)

    (alrighty then ppl ignored khas so im just gonna do this)


    Head tilted back and arms crossed behind his neck, R.T. looked quite the image of relaxation in his tipped back chair. He had come down for a bowl of cereal as was his custom. People should never underestimate what a bowl of Frosted Flakes could do for one. It kept him at bay and that should be enough to convince anyone to sit down for a daily helping. "'at was fuckin' glorious."


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    Vladimir|| 19


    Ic: Vladimir made his way to room number 9 with all of his stuff. He carried it quite easily as he was fit for lifting and pretty much anything. He had heard his roommate was named Leo. He opened the door labeled number 9 with the key they had given him. He set all of his stuff on the empty bed and plopped down with a sigh. He had no idea how this would go ,and even worse he was shit at making friends. He unpacked his clothes and put them in an empty dresser by his bed. He put his small black cat statuette on the dresser,and some of his books and sketchbooks. He sang softly with his Russian accent standing out like a nail in a wall. "And all we are, is broken glass. Thrown to the floor,we were never meant to last." He had left the door open and didn't realize it as he sang and continued to organize stuff on the empty dresser.

    Ooc: Khaspian bc I'm your roomie with Leo,and Vlad likes blondes but open otherwise

    (we are time skipping away from the morning to the evening. everyone, put your characters somewhere in the dining room. rusty, put the cereal down -points a finger at R.T- )


    Tobi rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a dull and fading pain along his nape where there was a fading bite mark. Someone close to him could guess who caused the bite. His blue eyes looked around the living room, boys sitting on the couches and the floors, some standing around and others looking as if they would rather be anywhere else but here. The brunet himself was seating on the coffee table, legs criss-cross. It seemed that he had a tendency to sit on tabletops rather than actual devices made for sitting upon. The morning had been long and strenuous on him but he was glad that everyone made it to the house okay and had there things settled throughout the afternoon. He had given those who wanted a tour, a tour, before leaving them to there own devices as he invited several others who liked to cook into the kitchen to help with dinner. After that, he had hunched over his desk, sorting out who did what in terms of chores which had been difficult to do but he had accomplished. Tobi held said list in his lap along with a tupperware of leftover chocolate chip cookies. His left hand unconsciously picked one up and devoured it in about four bites, tongue flicking out to lick his lips. Another one soon followed the first, enjoying the subtle sweetness of the snack. Thankfully, nobody had really pointed out his black eye which would have been a very awkward explanation of whether he hit it on the cupboards, fell down the stairs or fell out of the bed. Lloyd had texted him that he would stop by later, when everyone was out of the way, but Tobias had a gut feeling that he was lying. Carefully, he chimed up over the chitter chatter of the men "Boys, can I have your attention please." His words were naturally a little shaky and passive but he kept his tone even and the volume loud enough to be heard over everyone else.

    Oak had been sitting on the couch on his phone. Most would assume that he was playing a game or texting a friend. However, he was doing neither of the aforementioned. Instead, he was spending his time scrolling on his favorite website: Tumblr. Though he didn't personally host a blog or post anything, he enjoyed looking at others artwork and funny posts. Once the male across the room spoke up, he lifted his head as to show that he was giving the speaker his full attention.


    Anthony was standing against a wall. The boy had just woken up and was ready to eat breakfast. His stay here so far had been pleasant...for the most part. He partly felt ignored by all the guests and his roommates. Frustrated by this outcome, he was just itching to flirt with some innocent boy. So far he had not met anyone who sparked his interest, though. At the sound of Tobias's voice, he reluctantly lifted his head to look at the loud man.

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    Vladimir || 19


    Vladimir looked up from his phone, he was standing in an empty corner,with one earbud in and the other tucked in his skin tight,gray t shirt. He turned off his phone screen and stuffed it in his right pants pocket of his black ripped skinny jeans. He was still listening to music, a favorite song of his called "Run For Your Life." By The Fray. He could still hear Tobi perfectly,and winced slightly seeing the shiner on his eye. He didn't really stare at any other male in the room. His eyes had grazed over them slightly but he didn't care much,he focused his eyes back on Tobi. This home was definitely new to him,he had never been around so many males in his life,and he was screwed when it came to being friendly.

    ( -holds his hands up-

    aaa sorry i didn't catch up with what was goin on, i've just been a bit busy and the number of pages so far was overwhelming for my procrastinating ass )


    R.T. had spent the rest of the day napping away. He'd taken a trick out of an old friend's book, metaphorically speaking. Snoozing helped prepare for the night and was a perfect way to spend time. Rusty did happen to be a "creature of the night" as they would say. When all the common noises of a room full of boys hit him and forced him out of his sleep, he groggily blinked his eyes open to see one of the head honchos of the house standing up and speaking to them all. That one had spunk in him, R.T. concluded. It took a lot of balls to address a whole crowd and one full of guys, at that.


    Leo had just literally entered the room as Tobi stood up and stood to speak up. Yes, Leo was rather slow with waking up and getting around, but that was mainly because he had a habit of staying up too late. He knew he really needed to fix it, but he would always struggle with helping it. Slight bags were shown under his eyes as he stood there, a hoodie once again pulled over his torso so the hood covered up his scalp. Leo's straight face looked rather displeased with the situation, as if he wanted to walk out of the room at any second or just didn't want to be there in general.


    For a moment his eyes flicked over to look at Tobias before moving over to the side of the fireplace and sitting down on the floor. From his position he was barely able to see everyone in the room, which allowed his gaze to quickly scan over everyone, then hastily he shifted his gaze back to Tobias. Letting out a soft sight the male pulled off his hoodie to reveal his hair, which was pulled back into a small ponytail.

    JASON'S IC:


    Even if it weren't that early, Jason didn't change or get ready for the day until a bit later because, well, staying up on his phone each night got him to get very tired every morning.


    Therefore he was still in light gray sweatpants and a peach-red colored loose tank that were cut low under his arms to show a bit of the muscle he got from football, but also the small amount of fat and tininess from loving sweets so much.


    The teen yawned, not caring that he was in fact leaning his cheek on Kurt's shoulder. Obviously, he was exhausted and could barely keep his blue eyes open as he rubbed them time to time. His curly dirty blonde undercut hair was even messier than before, and his bare feet were hanging. Jason's legs folded to the side on a couch as he sat right against his friend, though his attention switched to Tobi as he spoke.


    MOON'S IC:


    Moon sat still with a book in his hands, setting himself on the ground and in between the couch and coffee table as he sat against the desk. Of course, he woke early after going to bed early. And after a cup of caffeine, he was able to stay awake enough to hear Tobias's words roll off his tongue. He hadn't really spoken to anyone yet, and it's probably because he's been wrapped up in his book.


    He shut the novel closed, his half-closed, disinterested eyes of honey brown searched up to who he considered the leader of the guys so far.


    RENNIAN'S IC:


    Renny laid on the carpet lazily, rolling around a bit time to time in boredom as he awaited for his stomach to be full of breakfast. Once more, he was all too excited to eat which decreased his sense of being so tired. Which is why he'd be considered a rare species called "a morning person".


    The teen sat up instantly as he heard Tobi speak, all too curious and impatient to hear what he'd have to say.

    August was sitting in one of the open chairs in the wide living room, he hadn't gotten the chance to mingle with anyone yet and was too shy to try now since everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. He himself was listening to some jams on his Iphone when he noticed several people starting to turn their attention towards a boy sitting on a table. He blinked and took his earbuds out, remembering that this was the guy that was giving out tours a few hours earlier. He carefully started to pay attention to what he had to say, it could be important after all and he couldn't afford to miss anything, for if he did the price to pay would be talking to someone.

    Landon was sitting upside down on one of the couches. He had out his phone which was displaying different pictures of electric guitars. Oh, how he wanted one of them so bad but he just never had to money to afford one. While he was scrolling through the many pictures of the pretty instruments, he also had one earbud in his right ear that was blasting out music. Well, it wasn't that loud but it was loud enough to block all the outside sounds from getting into that ear. He soon set his eyes on one of the instruments and quickly furrowed his eyebrows. $600?! Lane sure as hell did not have that kind of money and if he did he sure would have spent it on a new guitar already. Landon groaned in slight anger and annoyance and let his hands fall to the floor, his index finger quickly shutting the phone off. He continued listening to his music as he stared at the ground until Tobias spoke up. When he had risen his voice, Lane gave his head a slight turn to face him. Oh boy, this sounded important.


    ...


    Rus was quietly tucked away in an empty corner where he made sure he wasn't too close to anybody. His legs were tucked in at a somewhat awkward fashion because they were just a bit too long for his liking. He was never able to sit normally in any seat, really. However, as time passed, he got used to it and got used to all the 'tall people' questions that were always asked. Sure, he was 6'5, but did he really look like he played basketball or any other sport that was mostly dominated by tall people? Right now, he had a sketch book and a slightly dull pencil and was quietly working away on a drawing of a deer. He was quite proud of his talent but was always a bit too shy to actually share it with anybody. Ruslan bit his tongue in concentration but quickly released it when he heard Tobias speak. The young man quickly looked up from the drawing and up at the other boy.